Thursday, May 5, 2016

THE INCREDBLE SHRINKING DAVID HOCKNEY

Note: This is not the “real” David Hockney. This is the David Hockney who
appeared in my dream the other night (see below, April 30), the one for whom I had prepared a bath in
the store-front window of a luxury hotel; the one who complained the water was
too cold, and who shrank and shrank until he was—almost—nothing. What follows
is a record of the imaginary conversation that “Peter” had with “Peter as David
Hockney”—the projection in my dream... It's the inner conflict between two different identities that interests me. Although both, I acknowledge, are fabrications. Any thoughts?